I baked him CUPCAKES ON HIS BIRTHDAY. With SPRINKLES.

In my college career, there was one class that broke my spirit.

My engineering spirit if you will.*

*Physics came close, but it wasn't physics.

The professor of this course was pretty young, early 30's at the time, and as far as engineering profs go, he was the easiest on the eyes. Let me digress for a moment and say that doesn't say much on the scale of what is "normally" accepted as attractive in society. Engineering had it's own graded-on-a-curve scale for that category.

This professor, we'll call him Professor Spirit-Breaker (PSB), taught a course that was offered early morning on M-W-F, and was notoriously difficult. We all know how popular Friday morning courses are to begin with, and attendance counted as part of your grade. At this point, I was JUST starting to understand how to survive in college and how to study properly, thanks to group sessions. I was shameless in my ass kissing, particularly so in this course. Because we all had to be there on Friday morning anyways, most likely hungover, I often brought donuts and orange juice to class to perk the class up [read: absorb the extra alcohol still pumping through our bloodstreams]. In the spring, when the weather was starting to warm up, my friends and I convinced PSB to drag a chalkboard outside to hold lecture outside on a sun-kissed, clover-green hill near the classroom. I never missed a tutorial session he offered, had perfect attendance, participated in class, and studied like a mad-woman. And yes, in the pinnacle of my brown-nosing, I baked PSB cupcakes for the class on his birthday.

At the end of the semester, when finals were over and grades were released, I was on the cusp of a grade-point: X9.997 was my final score for the course, rounded to the nearest-freaking-thousandth of a point. I went to PSB and asked to round it up, and he declined to because GET THIS. There was someone ELSE in the class who was even closer to that grade than me, but they hadn't asked to be bumped, so he reasoned he couldn't bump me. Someone had a X9.998. Who was this person, I will hunt them down and inform them of their lapse. PSB wouldn't tell me. It wasn't a failing score, but it hurt my GPA, which I was trying hard to restore after two years of struggling with engineering. This grade also didn't bode well for me continuing on into more advanced courses on the subject. Walking home, frustrated, it was the only grade I ever cried over in college.

Fast forward 7 years. Tomorrow I am attending a training seminar for work, and guess who one of the presenters is? None other than PSB. And guess what kind of work I do now? The subject of his coursework.

I wonder if he'll remember me.

Maybe I should bring a cupcake.

Let it Sparkle!

I read a blog (found through Amy L.) by Stephanie Klein, who's writing I find pretty humorous. The above video left me giggling in my office. She lives in Austin (yeah!) and her newest book is coming out - Moose. I plan to buy this book and her first release Straight Up & Dirty on my next trip to the book store. Ahh, how I miss the book store! You've got to balance the finance and accounting books with some light reading.

I want to be the girl in that bathroom with her, because I think I would have died, even just filming a commercial. Occasionally, I like to freak Andrew out, and act crazed and luney [acting...?], complete with cracked-out faces and animalistic body movement. He is starting to catch on, and it's becoming less effective for shock factor, so maybe I'll get some inspiration from new material...

weekend snipits

Soundtrack for the Weekend: Jennifer Love Handles by Toof

Late dinner with Kasia and Tammy at Blue Star Cafeteria. Great food, ok service. Ice cold cream soda.

Enrique as we approach a decorated pontoon boat full of his friends:
"Hey! We should have done that."

David burning every hot dog he grilled on the BBQ pit to the consistancy of charcoal.

Tube-skiing Saturday afternoon, and the resulting bruises that keep popping up in strange places.

Swimming in cold Lake Travis, for once it wasn't the temperature of soup.

Being thrown in the lake, in my only set of clothing for the day. Shame on you David. You will pay.

Breakfast with Warach Women at Kerbey Lane. Impromptu. No pun intended.

A quiet Sunday second meal with 4-year-old Ziggy:
To T.: "Being on a date is a lot like babysitting."
T.: "Ziggy, that's too much candy." Ziggy: "Everyone's a critic."
[in context, pointing finger] Ziggy: "BURN!"

Mexican Coke.

Princess Consuela Bananahammock

I am finally changing my name today. Instead of dropping a name, I an adding my maiden name as a second middle name. I now sound like a bonafide nember of the Italian mafia. Someone call Vito.

Happy Half-Year Anniversary, Hun

Andrew to me, this weekend:

"If we were running from a monster, you would trip me."

Give me your digits, we'll link up.

So yesterday after work, spontaneously my friend Marcelo calls me and asks me to meet him at a pub around the corner from my place. I'm on my way home, and so I stop and have a couple beers with Marcelo and his friend Erik. Erik is Norwegian, a lively dude, and through very bizarre circumstances, I have seen photos of his naked bum (before ever having met him). Talking over beers (which turns into shots, but I was still home by 8! Don't you judge me!), the phrase that comes up often is "link up." We're not talking techie terms here, he's speaking of people "linking up" as in "meeting up" or "hanging out." I am easy [hah.] to leave an impression upon apparently, because I think that is a fantastic phrase. People should link up more often.

just for the record

I just watched 27 Dresses for the first time this weekend, so from my last post, I did NOT get #3 from the movie. Unless I have ESP and don't know it, which would be a neat trick.